[b]The ninja, the station, and the hammer.[/b] [i]Outer Tatakai orbit, 12:49 AM Dojo time, sometime in December[/i] The fragmented chunks and remains of a small Corpus cargo ship floated aimlessly into orbit around Tatakai, it's life support module flickering on and off at random intervals. Whatever was left of the command console was emitting a broad signal causing mild interference with interplanetary communication in the Dojo at the moment. Any initial scan of the wreck would indicate that it's main storage compartment was still intact and powered. It was quite the oddity for sure, as it made a wonderful target for scavenging. And this is where this new story begins. The Tenno awoke with a silent thud of his heart, becoming aware that he was no longer in stasis. He couldn't remember why he was there or how long he had been there, and soon discovered that his warframe's power had been siphoned in order to sustain the room's life support system. The alerts were flashing across the glass screen of the interior of the stasis pod, constantly informing the inhabitant of the slowly decreasing time he had left to live. He didn't feel anything, not quite yet. Waking up from stasis had left him confused and disoriented, having no clear purpose or drive to base any action on. The signal from the command console was still emitting, buzzing annoyingly across a broader range of frequencies. (Open.)

[b][u]Fruit Stand[/u][/b] [i]Dojoville, 12:30[/i] A 14-year-old kid was sitting behind a stand. He was sitting there. He was selling tomatoes, potatoes, zucinnis, carrots, french bread, watermelon, and apples.

[spoiler]Yes, this could be considered "edgy". Oh well, not like he's constantly dealing with PTSD and brooding like some other people....[/spoiler] [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] In a corner of his room, Bedlam sat on the floor, bouncing a rubber ball against the wall and catching it. Instead of his normal classy attire, he wore a simple white-t and basketball shorts, obviously just dressed for comfort. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] The young man sat there with a blank expression, he didn't really look like his happy self, nor did he look angry, or sad, or anything. He looked like he was just there and alive, not feeling anything. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] From his eye a tear would fall, his expression still blank and his eyes glued to the ball as he kept bouncing it. Another tear would follow...and then another. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] He'd miss a catch, the ball rolling across his floor and out of reach. He just sighed and laid himself down on the ground he was already sitting on, gazing up at the ceiling. Bedlam then put a hand onto his chest... [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. He felt his heart beat, as if checking to see if he was alive before putting his hand down at his side. The cool air ran a chill through his body, so naturally he curled up a little to try and keep warm. The coolness wouldn't go away though, not the emptiness he felt. It would never pass. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. It would never fade. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. He'd forever feel this pain...this dull pain of not feeling anything. It contradicted itself, but...he didn't know how else to describe it. The idea that your emotions have just shut off and that you don't feel anything at all, it scared him. Bedlam blamed himself, for this must be his punishment for his past sins. This must be his personal hell. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. [i][b][u]Bum![/u][/b][/i] Bum. Bedlam sighed, not feeling any motivation to get up or do anything. He just wanted to lie here and just rest. He wanted to give up. He knew though, that people counted on him and that they'd just be hurt knowing about how he felt...or didn't feel. He knew that he just had to put on that fake smile and laugh for another day, for everyone else. If he couldn't feel happiness or love or joy, he thought of it as his life goal to make as many people as happy as he could. To give others what he couldn't give himself. "Another day..." Bedlam chuckled and grinned, getting up and changing himself into his normal attire with a simple thought before walking out of his room. He had put back on the mask, the mask he wore so much it would be impossible to tell if it was the real him or not...even he forgot at times. [quote]===========Later at around noon in Dojoville==========[/quote] In a circle sat a bunch of kids, Bedlam being the only adult in the group. They all had recorders, so everyone nearby had already ran away, knowing how terrible that noise would be. The kids were terrible at first, causing Bedlam to wince in physical pain from the horrible screeching coming from some of the kids. Eventually, after a lot of practice and guidance from Bedlam, the children were actually capable of playing a few Christmas songs for the holidays. Bedlam smiled at the kids, laughed with them, and congratulated them on their progress before getting up to go. "I'm sorry, but I can't stay any longer. I've got to go stretch my legs, maybe eat, and maybe go see some of my friends. I'll see you all tomorrow though, won't I?" The children all nodded before Bedlam gave a last goodbye and began walking away from the kids, running into you around the corner. He immediately apologized. "Sorry, I didn't see you!" [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b]Ko Rudo Mountains // Midnight // Meghan[/b]     Meghan’s car rolled along the long stretch of highway between Dojoville and a small village in the Ko-Rudo mountain range at midnight. Normally she didn’t like to drive anywhere at that time of the evening, although she was just getting back from a friend’s house outside the city and didn’t want to overstay her welcome too long. The road ahead was empty, so she trailed her bright orange eyes off of the road in front of her and started to look out the windows at the snowy countryside that surrounded her. Nothing back home was like it, with all of the slopes and hills that were covered with an elegant sheet of white that she could only dream of seeing when waking up every morning. She sighed with a want to just stare at it forever, to get lost in the mix of twinkling stars above and snow below, although she was quickly brought out of her wanting gaze when she heard a rather loud noise in front of her.     Several meters ahead of the woman was a roadblock. Six or seven cars were all lined up in two rows in front of her, with one blocking a small pathway offroad that had been cut out of the railing on the side of the road she had found herself on. Figures moved about in her headlights, each one dressed up in a bright blue jacket and with some form of rifle or pistol on their gloved hands and armour lining their forearms. One walked over to Meg’s car and scratched gently at the armoured ski mask on his face, staring her down with eyes hidden away behind a pair of orange ski goggles.     Meg wasn’t currently armed to the teeth - The blue-skinned woman was wearing a red dress that had ended just below her thigh, and the only form of weaponry that she kept in her car at the moment was her fists, which were already sparking with blue energy and her intention to fight her way out of this. The man approached and rapped on the window to her left lightly, which slid down as she dully looked out to him.     “What,” she asked him.     “Gotta pay a toll if you want to get past,” the man responded, his voice maintaining a tone of calmness, like this was routine for him.     “And if I don’t pay?” Meghan defiantly asked, although it was more of a statement than a question.     “Then my and my friends here will have to use the car as payment, while we pass you around,” the man aggressively responded. Meghan didn’t say anything to him though. She leaned forwards slightly and gave a quaint grin, then opened her door just enough for her to slip out. She had left her heels in the car and put her bare foot on the ground, which made her cringe slightly, though she kept the feeling suppressed. The man had lowered his gun and looked to her with a curious gaze.     Meghan moved beside him and whispered into his ear, though he would soon feel a cold barrel press against the back of his head. Meghan reached down into his sidearm holster and pulled out the pistol he held, although as his friends each raised their gun to her, Meg slid herself behind him. Now he was a bargaining chip, and Meg kept the gun extended, standing sideways for extra style points.     The soldiers looked confusedly to one another and asked each other what to do, though Meghan couldn’t quite hear them since she was fairly far off. Getting quite bored of the men, Meghan had slipped the rifle to the side of his head. She squeezed down on the trigger and a bullet zipped out of one end, flying through the cold air with a grace matched only by that of her form, which barely moved from recoil. The bullet found its mark in one of the cars used to block the road off, and it embedded itself into the gasoline tank, which started to spray liquids like a hose. Some of the others had been coated in it, and a second shot to the car would send a few sparks of hot metal into the gasoline. It, like three of the bandits, had been set alight before they could find a good spot to shoot without killing their friend.     Meg hit the back of the man’s head with her pistol and grabbed his gun as he collapsed, before she moved back to the spot behind her truck in all of the confusion and chaos. When the other five bullets of her pistol were expended taking on people that had tried to push up on her, she tossed it to the side and held the rifle in either hand. She checked the gun’s magazine - Fifteen rounds, it looked to be a marksman’s rifle from the make of it.     Someone rounded a corner to meet Meghan with a gun raised to her, although she kept herself low and shoved the stock of her gun into the bottom of his jaw and shot him in the shoulder twice. Someone came from behind her then, but she found herself putting a bullet into his lower chest. Three more came; Meg only aimed at one of them, but she was being stared down by all of the soldiers.     “You have three injured people, and about three people staring me down. Either you drop your guns and help your friends, or they get hypothermia and die,” Meghan stated, her confidence overwhelming. Truly she didn’t remember exactly how many people were there, but she had a guess and hoped she was right. The bandits looked to be mulling it over in their heads, but they soon found themselves looking to the guy in the middle.     “How do I know you won’t shoot me as soon as I lower my gun?” The bandit asked. He had the clear advantage and knew he could just shoot her now, but he knew that if he shot her, then Meg would clench her fist and both of them would go.     “I could ask the same thing. I’ll get in my truck, and one of your guys will move that car. Cross me, and I’ll run your friend over when I’m dead,” Meghan said with a grin as she looked to the man. Death wasn’t an important thing for her - She was a Guardian after all, and death was meaningless to her - but she wanted to get out of here without killing anyone. It took the bandits a moment of hesitation, but eventually they motioned to the car in the dirt road and had one of the three move it. Meg climbed into her car with a sly smirk and the rifle, which she put in the passenger seat next to a pistol from one of the men. When the car moved her muffler blew smoke onto the face of a soldier, and she was on her way out of the bandit roadblock. ((Open!))

[i]”POWs”[/i] [i]Dekeshi Republic Outpost[/i] As a result for being second in command to Kiyala as an Imperial, Katya was currently going to be held prisoner via advanced cell. Velinnea, now scoring a nasty scar on her right eye, ending with her normal brown eye alongside a white eye, stared at Katya, as the clones placed her into the cell. Vel had on her red hoodie, black jeans, and boots. Winter was upon them. Vel was specifically waiting for Victoria to come and possibly discuss what to do with Katya; whether they should kill her not, specifically. [spoiler]Open to Orn.[/spoiler]

[b]FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT Dojo Sim 12:00 PM[/b] The simulation flickered and switched amongst many settings. The original Dojo, the streets of the Golden City, a Venom Inc. DMZ. All of these and more, flickering and spinning like a madman's daydream. But, it eventually settled on where it all started for him. The courtyard. A starbucks flickered into existience, followed by the rest. Hell, there was even a little burrito stand run by a man clad in red. It really seemed like a hell of a dick-stroking nostalgia trip. Yet, it served a purpose. The man sat, clad in his modified ODST BDUs. The coils on his back glowed purple, and he waited. His visor was not yet polarized, and his Katana was sheathed. His "revolver" was holstered, and his keyblade lay across his lap as he sat. The challenger approached, and he knew who it was. Internally, his bio-chemical makeup reacted to her mere presence, and he looked towards her. "Hello." Came the surprisingly calm response from the old and usually sarcastic warrior. "I assume that you know why we're both here...correct?" [spoiler]You know who you are.[/spoiler]

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[b]Dimensional Rip....[/b] [u]Location: the woods near the dojo Time: noon[/u] [i]It was a fairly sunny even though there was snow every where on everything as far as the eye could see. But it was fairly quiet too until a strange seam purple light stretched across the sky four feet wide.that opened suddenly and something is seen falling from it. It looked like a person but just who the hell was it. The person crashed into woods. But was a woman with light strawberry blonde hair with pale white skin her eyes were currently closed as she was unconscious. She was slender and about 5'6" she looks to be in her early twenties. One of her features that stood out about her was pair red and black wings that were folded behind her back. she was wearing clothes that were meant for a much warmer climate as they were a black set of flowing robes and she had simple brown sandals. But she was clearly injured as that was a big gash on her head as well other minor injuries by her fall from the sky. She hadn't stirred yet but when did she wouldn't recognize anything anymore as this wasn't her home.[/i] [spoiler]new character https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/240615500?sort=0&page=0&path=1 [/spoiler] [spoiler]open [/spoiler]

[b]The odd run-in[/b] Zane would exit from the massive arena mid-day. He was tired, hungry and completely exhausted despite the fact that he had only really been sitting in a chair when he fought Bedlam. However....he soon would find that he wouldn’t be getting the break he sought so much right now. A young, ashen haired girl was running in front of the arena, yelling someone’s name. She was sweating, even in the cold Celtic air. She was a metre away from Zane before she put her hands on her knees, panting with heavy breaths. “Agh...where...did...she go?!” The girl would yell. Zane would then see that this was none other then Lilly Coldbourne, the youngest and one of the only members of the Coldbourne Family. [spoiler]for Zane![/spoiler]

[b][u]Empress of Fire[/u][/b] [u]Chapter One - Hell's Gates[/u] [spoiler]Open to Cth and Splash.[/spoiler] [u]Khaom, 4:56 PM[/u] [i]Traci and Fabio could already tell that Khaom wasn't a fun place.[/i] [i]After a short while together, they would soon split up once they reached the nation's small territory - Traci sticking to the western side, with Fabio on the eastern portion, though their goal was to enter without being given away. The land was crude, covered in ash and black, with volcanic mountains casting their distant shadows upon the blackened world. And in the center of it all..[/i] [i]The two would find themselves upon a massive, dark city, the surrounding walls encircling the entire civilization as if purposefully closing the denizens within. The walls were jagged, old, yet hundreds of feet thick and stretching for miles. Traci and Fabio could barely see the place within.[/i] [i]Even more. They had to get inside.[/i]

[b][u]Knights of Silver[/u][/b] [u]Chapter One - The Storm[/u] [u]Rivelria, 9:42 PM[/u] [spoiler]Open to Royal and Frog, and whoever else wants to hop in.[/spoiler] [i]Rivelria was a hellhole.[/i] [i]Alric had begun to move his accompanying army throughout the desert land, the Trayvens amongst him already tired from the constant moving. Rivelria was a nation without cities or any signs of life at all: just sand and the occasional oasis or tree protruding from the depths of the sand. The freezing nighttime winds rushed throughout the steel suits of the following soldiers, yet no matter, they would carry on.[/i] [i]Mion, meanwhile, would both be missing her previous caretaker, Niki, and yet she had found a new one: a young man, named Oliver, whom was apparently Niki's twin brother. The man had revealed his face for a few times, revealing a youthful texture, yet a calm, almost serious demeanor at that.[/i] [i]As the Trayven army would settle down for the night, in a clearing within the desert, Alric would find himself approached by another officer: a woman, whom went by Elina.[/i] "Sir." [i]Meanwhile, as Mion finished up her job as a maid, if anything, she felt a cold tapping on her shoulder. Only to find Oliver, looking down to her, his helmet off as he nodded towards her.[/i] "Hey. You holding up, I hope?"

[spoiler]Please tell me the image above is working...[/spoiler] [quote][b][u]Nature's Call[/u][/b][/quote] "On eh warm summer mornin', I heard eh birdy callin', It was callin' my name, Askin' meh if I'd come out and play," From the Dojo forest, you could hear a man half singing and half talking in an upbeat manner. The voice wasn't necessarily amazing by any standards and the rather simple lyrics didn't help, but it had heart behind it. It was as if the words had a special meaning to the man and he was pouring his heart into it. "So I jumped outta bed, Put on my old tattered boots and said, I'll be there in a moment, but eh man's gotta eat, So I cracked some eggs, Made some toast, cooked some grits, and happily ate it all, The birdy called to meh again, Won't you come out and play, It's early now, the sun is up, and I need some company, To which I replied, I can't right now, I wish I could, But eh man's gotta do his work, So I went away to the farm, Got some grain, Went to the mill, Made some flour, Then made my way to the bakery, That's when the birdy called again, The sun's at it's high, I'm beginnin' to sigh, Please come play with meh, I'm sorry lil birdy, Just wait eh while, I've only got to bake some bread, With that the birdy left again, So I went to the bakery, fired up the oven, put in some must with the flour, then baked it to eh crispy brown, That's when I noticed the sun, It was gettin' real low, So I hurried home, To try and find that birdy, But I was too late, For that lil birdy had flown off with all her things, Now every mornin' I hear no birdy callin' my name..." The man stopped, slowly standing up from his kneeling position. By now you've walked closer to inspect where the voice had been coming from, whether you came out of curiosity or some other reason doesn't matter, because he had obviously caught you. The strangest part, you could've sworn you were perfectly quiet with your approach. "Who's there? I know you're watchin' meh." He said, remaining still in his standing position. The man didn't sound like he had any hostile intent, but he did sound like he'd protect himself. [spoiler]Open. Do as you wish.[/spoiler]

[b][u]THE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!![/u][/b] “HAHAAA! Here were are you bloodthirsty animals! TODAY, WE SEE THE BATTLE THAT WILL MAKE HISTORY. THE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH, AS WELL AS THE REMATCH YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!! We have Dale, a man known for his ruthless cunning and tactics. Then we have Bedlam, the unpredictable illusionist that has played his foes for fools! Now that they meet on the battlefield a second time, will things change?! Only time will tell! Now....without further adieu....” [b][u]BEDLAM VS DALE[/u][/b] Bedlam and Dale stood on opposite sides of the blank arena. Suddenly a large dark ball of energy formed above the arena, in the centre. It was forty stories up, so the two wouldn’t be able to reach it. But then..... Nothing else happened. The blank arena remained stagnant. Then, Haakon would speak. “HAHAHAAAA! I LOVE A GOOD TWIST! Now, Dale and Bedlam...FIGHT! FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE!!!” [spoiler]WINNER TAKES ALL.[/spoiler]

[u][b]For The King[/b][/u] [u]Chapter One - The King of Lions[/u] [u]Trayve, 1:15 PM[/u] [spoiler]Open for Pants and Splash, and whoever else wants in on For The King![/spoiler] [i]Cain, Lilly, and David had arrived into the kingdom of Trayve at last.[/i] [i]The lands of Trayve were hilly and filled with trees, much like Ollimand, except the closer that they drew towards the capitol, the more industrious and populated that the land seemed. Until finally, the three would see the city, in the distance: Trayve was a beautifully large city, with glistening golden caps to it's distant towers and shadowing walls covering the green lands underneath. Though that was only from a distance.[/i] [i]Soon, they would arrive.[/i]

[b][u]The Mistakes[/u][/b] [i]Sarah's Personal Apartment, 2 Weeks After a Certain Event[/i] Sarah should've made that choice. Not Oliver. She. Herself. Or whatever grammar. She had buckets, one in each room of her house. She was unable to use any of her light abilities, and was restricted to her telekinesis. Luckily, it was still as powerful as before. She was either tired, sleeping eating vegtables-- not eating much sugar, or throwing up. She didn't want to go out anywhere. Her hair was an absolute mess. It started to look comparable to Mia's during the few times her twin sister took her hair down. It tangled as a Destiny 1 conspircy theory about the Vex. Her hazel eyes were so weary. So full of regret. She wore civilian clothes, and sat around. She either watched Rwby, or RvB. (She would get WAAY too emtional about the deaths.) Sarah got a lot of visits. David would come over and chat twice a week. Then Mason and Mia. Bedlam would stop by daily. Occasional people she hadn't heard from would stop by. She catalouged who stopped by. Otherwise, she was bored. And right now, she was in the middle of watching Rwby. She was up to the beginning of Volume Five. She heard a knock at the door. She paused the show, answering it. [spoiler]Open. Would suggest either Orn or Cth to reply.[/spoiler]

[u]Chapter Five[/u] [spoiler]Open to all for reactions. Replies to the previous post can either continue or discontinue. Basic info: •Khalosh was retaken by the Trayven/Dojo alliance. The Tribune has been driven back from Khalosh, now moving to the Tatakoi Plains. •Arthur Trayven remains missing. •Niki Gold, bаstard of Trayve, has disappeared. Captains: The Knight-Commander - [b]Alive[/b]. The Grand Warlock - Stalled by Athena, [b]but alive[/b]. First of the Mask - [b]Slain[/b] by Cain. Major Alfred Monalph - [b]Slain[/b] by Traci. Vanguard Captain Raemond - [b]Slain[/b] by Alpha. UNKNOWN (x4) - [b]Alive[/b].[/spoiler] [spoiler]Reply to this post for rewards![/spoiler] [u]Reckoning[/u] [u]Khalosh, 6:42 AM[/u] "Today, the city of Khalosh now rises upon this renewed dusk: not underneath the control of the darkening corruption of the enemy. Not underneath purple flags bearing shining lions, and gleaming blades of war. No, Khalosh is free from both - Khalosh is returned to the hands of the people, back into freedom, where it belongs! Today, we fight against the terrible wrath of those whom would avenge the purging of evil! Today, we declare our strength against them, and drive them back into the shadows of whence they came! Today, a unified Tatakai stands to combat evil, and to reject the rule of the Tribune!” [i]The surrounding crowds of Trayven soldiers and the citizens of Khalosh would erupt in a brilliant cheering, like an exploding volcano as Freya finished her short speech then. Purple flags, bearing the golden, rearing lions of the defending nation, would stream high amongst the sigils of the Valkyrie and the Dojo, as Freya took some time to study the crowds as they continued onwards with their morning celebration. Yet so many had fallen for this city: so many on both sides. Freya was in such thought, that she didn’t foresee the arrow whistling towards her. A scream rang throughout the crowd’s ranks upon the impact. The projectile then punched through Freya’s stomach, the arrow twisting through her uniform and flesh as the woman would stumble backwards, hand resting upon the shaft of the arrow as scarlet blood escaped her new wound. She fell backwards into the arms of her officers, their words becoming muffled to her, their faces becoming hazy. The last thing that Freya would see, for a time, were the fletchings of the arrow. Throughout the blood that splattered upon the single shot, through rivers of scarlet that ran down the edge.. light orange eyes gazed upon a purple fletching. An arrow of Trayve. That was all that Freya remembered, before her vision went black.[/i] ———————————————— [spoiler]Open to those who wish to actually reply, lol.[/spoiler] “She’s alive." “Yes, but.. out of a fighting condition.” [i]The doctor would stare up at Isabella, as the taller woman clenched Freya's limp hand, the commander's palm hidden away by the woman's grip. Isabella had been adorned in her thick black armor for the occasion of the victory, and hadn't removed it since.[/i] "...Then I'll fight. For her." [i]Silence, then. Until somebody entered..[/i] ———————————————— [u]Questlines[/u] After the retaking of Khalosh, the Trayven army now faces the offensive, and the full bulk of the Tribune’s wrath. In an effort to keep the fight balanced, else they would fall against the enemy, Trayven commanders have decided upon select operations in order to both combat Tribune efforts and gain an advantage over the enemy. Reply to this post, confirming your participation in a questline. [u]To The King[/u] Cain/Lilly David (OPEN) In an effort to both reroute the Trayvens to truly take the offensive and to understand the almighty king Armillion Trayven, participants will be heading to the capitol, Trayve. Suited for all characters, though more orientated towards storyline and twists throughout the tale. Participants will face off against the political turmoil of the Golden City and attempt to find peace throughout the chaos that is Trayve.. else it is doomed to fall. [u]A Rose Amongst Gold[/u] Rose Alpha Issac (OPEN) After the sudden disappearance of Niki Gold in the midst of battle, it appears that Isabella, eldest sister of the Trayven children and now the warlord of the Trayven armies after Freya’s injury, has found a lead on where the bаstard girl may have been taken. Participants will be moving throughout Tatakai, and beyond that. Suited for all characters, while this questline will be combat and story orientated. Participants will encounter separate forces and should be prepared for magic and such, for they face a new enemy, kept hidden by war.. [u]Knights of Silver[/u] Alric Mion (OPEN) With the retaking of Khalosh, the Tribune forces that were stationed in the city have retreated back, back into the alternate realm from where they once came. It has been advised that the Trayvens stationed at the Dojo and the Dojo as well move forwards, meeting the Tribunes in the nation of Rivelria, and discover what the enemy intends to do against the land of sand and deserts. This questline is intended for strategic, combative characters, yet also socialization and puzzles, as participants will hold back the enemy and dwindle their ranks down. [u]Empress of Fire[/u] Fabio Traci (OPEN) News has arrived that the city of Khaom, the homeland of Isabella and one of Trayve’s only allies in such a time, has been taken over by the Tribune, the unknown leader now rallying the denizens of the city to his will alone. Isabella refuses to drag the Trayven army towards the impenetrable, colossal city that is Khaom, and so demands volunteers for entering the city and seeing what can be done to save it from the Tribune. This quest is more appropriate for stealth-based characters and combat, uncovering the darkened, brutal world behind Khaom’s walls and discovering the Tribune’s true intentions. [spoiler]Just confirm if you're heading into the plots, lol.[/spoiler]

•Not Just Another World• ———————————– [i]The dead of night laying on the land, the cool of the dry winter air passing by his face, a single snowflake marking the beginning of a white paint to cover the land and the lone alien stepping from his craft. The ramp closed with a clank as he walked away, with trees and his own footsteps polluting the pure sounds of nature. His rather large load of gear shifted and moved on his back, scraping against the pale plates constructing his armor of beetles. The[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/240349312/0/0/1] Turian[/url] stops and looks up, exhaling a white breath into the chill of the night, seeing the snow drift softly through the sky on the beautiful night. Distantly, he could hear the bustle of the mysterious ‘Dojo’, as he had recalled it to be, a wonderful place filled with mysterious people. He looks forwards toward the mountain, peeking high above the tree line that obscured his vision. There was something very different about this place, an energy that had a perfect balance, and strength. It was encouraging, pushing him on through the land until he reached the open gates of the Dojo. He steps through the sheet of white snow into the city below the mountain, on top of which sat the actual Dojo. “Alright Vaeris, you got this. It’s only a scan...I hope...” He was nervous, scared even. Almost every time he scanned an area, with people or not, evidence of some strange creatures would pop up, then he would get attacked and locked out of wherever he was. Beginning his scan with his Omni-tool, he soon finds that the area is pure. His face lights up in delight, a feeling of pure happiness flowing through him. Out of all the worlds he’s come to, this was the only one that was pure, nothing in it. He continues to scan, moving up the mountain, his armor sticking out like a sore thumb among the nature on the path. He kept coming up with nothing, no weird monsters, or anything. Vaeris was safe, for now. He puts away his scanner, and decides to just stare out at the scenery from the mountain, sighing with delight.[/i] [spoiler]Open, first post in awhile.[/spoiler]

"She's a spy, I swear!" [b]Trayven Camp, 1000 Hours ======================[/b] A loud thud was heard then, as a scout forced the woman down onto her knees. The scout being accompanied by two others. The woman had blue skin seen under the hard leather and purple cloth of her outfit, stark white hair adorning her fair face, sapphire eyes framed by soft skin. The woman was alien, human looking, but alien. "Isabella! I found a spy, a Tribune spy!" he shouted then, beckoning to the Trayven commander. "I'm not a spy." came the short reply, a calm voice, a slight edge to it as her glowing blue eyes shifted back to glare at the soldier. The scout raised his rifle, and struck the blue woman's back, releasing a sharp gasp and then s growl of irritation. Gwen wasn't a spy, and all she had been doing was picking over the remains of her old apartment. But the scout was so sure of himself. In truth she could have killed him easily, snuffed out his light like nothing. But she didn't, knowing it would only cause more problems. The scout grinned, staring down at the woman. She didn't have a scar or blemish on her, which was odd for a spy. He held a sword in his left hand, which had belonged to the woman, some weird design, which hummed with power. It was odd. Maybe he would keep it. Looking back up then, he grimaced, and called again. "Isabella!" [spoiler]Orn[/spoiler]

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[url=https://youtu.be/fV8vB1BB2qc]Am I Picking Up The Wrong Vibe Here?[/url] [i][b]Ko Rudo Mountains Mount Of Harps La Maison de L'amour 10:31 PM[/b][/i] [i]After he'd found Sawyer drinking himself to a second death in nameless bar No. 2,346, Sykes first call had been to Colorado, as it would always have been.[/i] ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "[b]You're sure it's him? You've messed this kind of thing up before, Sykes.[/b]" [i]The grubby man had. He wasn't shy to admit it, the man was just not good at finding marks, or tracking down persons of interest. Truth be told, he'd lucked out in finding the first mate of the Arrowhead in that bar. Heading in, he'd had all intentions of getting staggeringly drunk before heading home to report his failure in finding the man, when lo and behold, a sign of God was given as the Aussie slumped in his stool at the bar.[/i] "[u]I'm sure, boss. F*cker fit your description to a tee, including the raging alcoholism and general attitude of being a massive d*ck. Don't see why you're much concerned with a sh*t like that.[/u]" "[b]Because that sh*t has saved my life before, and it's not for him. This is more for the Captain. I kinda owe it to him for not getting him outta that prison sooner. Though, I suppose he probably would've drugged and sold me off, so that's actually a good thing in hindsight. "Anyways, back to business. I want you to set up a meet between the two. Resource cap is at $7,000, and that includes housing for you while you're waiting. Get me a time and a location, and I'll get them there. Do as you see fit, I'm trusting your cordially diplomatic side on this. "And for f*cks sake, don't make it gay.[/b]" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ [i]The House of Love, as it was translated to English, had been rented out for the evening, starting at 10:00 PM. The message sent to both Sawyer and Drake said to be there by 10:30 PM, to give time for a clean up and a set up. Each had received this message from Colorado, who told them he'd wanted to meet, giving them a local and a time, and saying nothing to either about the other. And so, now Sykes laid the silverware, carefully wrapped in elegant wine-red velvet napkins, upon the snow-white tablecloth of the lone table in the room, two chairs on opposite sides. Entering through the front, one would see the chairs making a perpendicular line to the straight sight of the one entering. On the table was a vase, holding two roses, one red, the other white, over four low-sitting candles arrayed around the roses in a square, wax allowed to drip naturally down and onto the tablecloth. The lights were set to low, and a roaring fireplace stood at the back of the room, just a few yards beyond the table. Sykes, who normally appeared as a greasy, really shady mechanic, was now completely clean, dressed in the extravagant tuxedo of a servant. Behind the door in the back left wall of the room were the kitchens, where two men sat talking as they awaited their appointed jobs. One, the master of drink, Real Earl Aler, the Bartender and Proprietor of the Irish Priest bar in El-Harim, Amoridia. The other, the master of food, Gaffer, the cook and owner of the Baron's Choice Steakhouse and Tavern in New Haven, Amoridia. The two men quickly hit it off, the stories of their patrons told as jokes and legends. Over the audio system quietly played Boys to Men, Whitney Houston, and various other artists of that genre of music. Sykes smiled happily, his accommodations set and ready for the reunion in an appropriately inappropriate way.[/i] [spoiler]Open to Ver and Gengar. And also Sleek.[/spoiler]

[b]Titanfall:[/b] [i]Dojoville, near The Gate[/i] Ginger coughed, stunned momentarily by the blinding light that shone through his helmet’s visor. [i]The Insurmountable Skullfort[/i], flawless under pressure, had saved his head from cracking open against the hard rock that he’d landed upon. His chestplate, standard-issue DURGA-GNT Type-0, hadn’t been as fortunate. The spinmetal had been scratched up on impact, and the once bright orange armor was stained vermilion with Martian dust, and some amount of blood. Squinting his eyes as he stood up, Ginger wasn’t quite sure if it was his or not. One moment, he’d been sitting with Aries at the Ramen Shop, making fun of their past antics. The next moment, he’d been swept away by... something. When he awoke on Mars, he had to fight for three days straight against a relentless Cabal onslaught, before... this. Wherever [i]this[/i] was. There was no Traveler looming above the skyline... come to think of it, there was no City either. Ginger dusted off his armor, sending red sand flying everywhere, before he pulled out his Thesan-FR4 fusion rifle, and resolutely set it, unwittingly, towards the Dojo. [spoiler]Open to all. [/spoiler]

[u]Test Phase[/u] Geludius Desert: 45 minutes west of Mount dojo: eviorment dry flats 10AM With the nuclear core intact and the wiring installed properly into the titan chassis, Ama's prototype dubbed Cypher was fully operational. She rented out a large big rig and gave the driver the cpordinence on where to meet her. She was sitting inside of the ATP, with the heat blasting to counter out the winter air. She had on a jacket that seemed to have a heating system in it. Being part plant made this season simply annoying as the frost made her left eye temporarily go blind if it wasn't covered meaning it was back to covering it with the eye patch again. Still, it wasn't that she hated the winter itself. Just a few small aspects pertaining to her genetics. When the large mech arrived and was powered on, there was something very odd about it when it was activated. The best way to describe the situation is that it looked as if it was growing dusty at an alarming rate. There was even a strange silvery flicker of things reflecting around it that looked like a small very light cloud of dust floating around the thing. Whatever she did, at face value, it did seem to have a very peculiar feature. She was very public about the test calling it a "demo" of a sort. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]